By: Cedric McClester

Twenty-seven mass murders
In two thousand and sixteen
You think the gun lobby gives a cares
To them that’s peachy keen
All it takes is a little money
To wipe the slate completely clean
Delivered to the right politicians
All of which are known to like green

Two months into the new-year
And mass mayhem’s also in
It’s a tragic game of loss
In which all of us have some skin
  Nobody gives a **** anymore
That ****** is a major sin
And limiting the amount of guns out there
Ain’t even about to begin

Gun lovers might want to know
What the hell’s the fuss
The Second Amendment after all
Belongs to everyone of us
But the wholesale loss of life
Only makes me wanna stomp and cuss
And I can’t for the life of me
Understand how automatic weapons are a plus

Twenty-seven mass murders thus far
How many more are to come
Will we pass the bar set last year
The thought alone leave me numb
And I can’t tell you how badly
They irk me when they just play dumb
Who’s keeping the score today
And tell me what’s the running sum















Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.